In honor of my former college roommate, David G., and in memory of American poet Sara Teasdale, whose birthday was 128 years ago, I offer up Teasdale’s poem, “Enough”.
It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.
I have no care to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea–
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.
David, wherever you are, it is my prayer that you have found a meaning in your life that is enough.